Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

 

The First Principle Is That You Must Not Fool Yourself- And You Are The Easiest Person To Fool. 

– Richard Feynman, 1974

 

Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

creation (6-6) alpha-alpha

creation (4-4) zeta-zeta

creation (8-8) pi-pi

orb vectors triangular brahman —vigrahaman 

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

A point originates from the vast navel of four thoughts

Thought was not there but a will-force

Will was not there but just an intuition of things

There was just this ‘feeling’

A small regular spark of the irregular void

That within itself

A strange supra-giant entity, the serpent of Ishtar

The Ionicixa, the Razder, the Mazuvont

The aboriginal fire in the lap of sacred tetrahedron

Dreamt the zero of the pure spirit

It incarnated as the vesica piscis

Enfolding the flower of the beautiful rhythm

From future came unwinding time herself

The clocks started ticking within radiometric circles

Thoughts became condensed to a point of singularity

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost  City of the Incas, Peru

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost City of the Incas, Peru

And consciousness the mother in the womb

Gave birth to a flame of desire

Something out of the vast harvest of random uncertainties

Expression was the true source of the tree of life

Gradually building the light body merkaba

For existence to become possible from the mathematical possibilities

Reality was a paragon of the known unknown

Dolphins and birds

The sea and the octahedral mountains

Felt the wind as fire on the edges of these points

Octave to octave

The sun was the shaman who nestled in the void

Playing the flute of darkness and light

The dawn came as a chalice of blood offering itself to the creational owner

Laboured earned the stars, death the vision

Uniform non-locality in the immobile spheres

Each interface inter-changing dimensions

Electromagnetic oscillation of the triad of destiny

Red alphabets

And the golden Benu

Saw the eternal emerald skies filled with light

The arc danced

Splinters of coal etched a rainbow of rivers.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

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Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

Consciousness-Analogue

Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Sri Aurobindo in the Birth-Stone of the Fire in Phoenix from Acrux to Shambhala through the Quatreth-Man Structural Hipgnosis of Mahakal

Olmo-Lung-Ring Cycles of Time, Samij Datta, 2012

Sri Aurobindo in the birth-stone of the fire in Phoenix from Acrux to Shambhala through the Quatreth-Man Structural Hipgnosis of Mahakal

Light foreshadows the death of the present capital-moun structure

New xollar consciousness have permeated the creation

Action-in-inaction of a t-square solid refracted liquid quatreth-man is warihoman in warihoman

Brahman in Brahman is Brahman as Brahman; delight is the worship of matter-synthesis

Gold Ionicixa on the horizontal axis bed of the creation; parabrahman-olmo-lung-ring narayana

Bird of a yellow feather rise in shambhala

Churning light through the micro-chip destiny of man

Hevajra-yidam; the sky is flowering like the perfumed garden of pure ecstasy

Let darkness be the seer-will of the superman-alblackica

Let the night be the turning wheel of the blue light from the distant stars

Speaking without speaking in the silent discourse of the past with present

I have seen the tygers of the Lord emanate from an incarnating point in the anadiutsakendra

That shall be the change-maker in a game of riddles that they didn’t solve.

“All the world’s possibilities in man

Are waiting as the tree waits in its seed”.

Mahakal kumbha maya yugath-yugoi-jijaya-zeman

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“All the world’s possibilities in man

Are waiting as the tree waits in its seed”.- Savitri, Sri Aurobindo